[ What you're getting next, at that point, is his mouth fitting itself over yours, his tongue sneaking past your lips to coax yours out; his hand coming to rest over your heart before it moves lower and lower. He stops, however, just inches before his hand wanders too close because you're still so sensitive and he suspects that touching you now will leave you spent before either of you are actually, truly satisfied.
So he's drawing you close instead, knee braced on that mattress as he draws your hips right up against his; the length of you brushing up against him. ]
I want, [ that's him breathing over your lips now. ] I want things from you.
[ You can probably tell that this is difficult for him, by the way his eyes close and the crease forms between his brows. Asking's difficult for him as well. You giving him this much control over what goes on between you both frightens him. ]
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So he's drawing you close instead, knee braced on that mattress as he draws your hips right up against his; the length of you brushing up against him. ]
I want, [ that's him breathing over your lips now. ] I want things from you.
[ You can probably tell that this is difficult for him, by the way his eyes close and the crease forms between his brows. Asking's difficult for him as well. You giving him this much control over what goes on between you both frightens him. ]